My Love Knows Not Requiem

My wonderful, beautiful, precious one

Your existence a blessing, my life did improve,

Countenance though eclectic, no enemy of love.

Once shy, oft-hidden, your affections a treasure,

Wisdom untried, a world alien in your view

You strode into hell, mistakes did make.

Sacrifice though oppressive, lessons to learn

Your truth must understand, love you did gain.

From your trials emerge, new strength in denial,

Refusal to admit valid love in mirror’s eye.

Tomorrow, never today, sun to rise again,

Let your heart receive blessings, love forever stay,

Accept what you’ve given, a return on your love.

Deke, my sweet Deke, let my love reach your heart,

Gather it to you, that we never again hurt,

For once in a lifetime, comes that which we need,

Love of oneself our ally for life, my beloved.

Publishing a Book

I am putting together a collection of my poetry and commentaries for a book. However, as I am living on my Social Security stipend and trying to go to school, the publishing costs are prohibitive. Therefore, I am actively soliciting either contributions or pre-sales to help me gain the funds I need to publish.

Anyone interested should contact me at OldeQuilldriver@gmail.com for instructions on how.

Thank you,

Nyk

Reconcile

Woe the soul, its spirit worn

Wounds of guilt betray the heart,

Ne’er release to love anew,

Chains of fault keep lovers apart.

What end may come,

 If restate what was,

Will thrice spent mortar,

Build stout wall of cause?

History need never deny,

Brash choices made in haste,

Let future hold none but truth

For harmony of souls, love again be chaste.

Face facts of blame, cleanse the spirit,

Seize the hour to own the day,

Accept your pain, grief, and despair,

For want of flesh, you did betray.

For love the goal,

No price too steep,

An abundance awaits,

True souls to reap.

Knowledge Belongs to We

Youth may not Narcissus be,

Nor elderly own Solomon’s ken,

Ideas once forbidden fruit,

Egos may never bend.

When sought in need,

Misfortune often cause,

Must want of years for evermore,

Give advantage call for pause?

Does time endured warrant right,

To defeat untested opponent,

Could knowledge new,

Sound argument be component?

Scales of Justice, decisions to make

Choice belabors the mind,

Is discord bred by lack of skill,

Or patience left behind?

Let none who seek wisdom to gain,

Deny the facts at hand,

For knowledge is gifted to one and all,

Throughout the ages spanned.

Ode to False Perfection


Mr. Perfect arrives, exquisite Ms. Ideal, by his side,

See how they stand, such flawless poise,

No sound of dissent, not one single noise.

They sashay cross the floor, in symphonic stride,

A nod here, a smile there, as they greet false fans,

While waving their sanctimonious hands.

As if in review, no hair out of place,

All lessor beings must bow low to their stature,

Hiding the fact, that we all see the fracture.

As I turn to observe their opposite face,

Glaring vision attacked my eyes,

I’ve never imaged pants with rear flies.

A chuckle I buried, if just to save grace,

Mr. Perfect waddled, bowed legs were a sight,

Ms. Ideal no better, her brown trail a blight,

As they pranced toward the door, in regal fashion,

I thought to myself, my sins no greater,

Then those who would judge to call me a hater.

So I say unto those who wish to cash in,

Keep your nose to the sky,

Kiss my ass, that’s my passion.

Taste at Sunset


Sunset nigh, a time to reflect.

Memories abound, an orphan tear.

What souls well met, did hearts conspire,

To seek love, bereft of fear.

Alone you sit, your scent transcends,

Lingering taste, of kiss sublime.

Supple lips, an accord of desire,

Hearts entwine, to last for all time.

With thoughts empowered, no folly be known,

Our bodies tremble neath setting sun.

The universe ablaze, each breath a prayer,

Enjoined in love, we unite as one.